Snow Day
I wake up to a miracle.
Snow, in Texas: real snow, not merely a listless splatter of ice and sleet. There must be two inches now, at the least.
Normally, I would be meeting patients, straining to hear narrowed valves and weakened lungs through the prim aluminum of my stethoscope. First, I would make a painless remark to help smooth the shift to the paper-lined examination table; something about the weather, probably. There’s always something to say about the weather.